基于我吃了她家面包一周，居然还没有厌倦，特意免费广告一下。

这家面包有三大特色

其一，半只面包上是微苦的咖啡糖脆，半只内心是微咸的蛋黄酱（推测），吃完甜的一侧刚好搭配咸的，完全融在一起也很美妙

其二，整家店只有一种面包。。。用环保的纸袋装着，很舒服的触觉

其三，无论什么时候都是热的，这个很重要，超级重要

地点：五道口城铁往东，春晓网吧和史莱克往东一点点，超小，自称墨西哥面包

每次路过面包店都会忍不住停下来，尽管绝大部分店没有半只想吃，尤其是那些在架子上已经趴了一天的冰冷的家伙。我追求的只是那些从烤炉里蹿出来的新鲜的面包的香气，干燥的面粉香浓的奶酪和各种香料的混合的味道，简直就是天堂了！
这家小小的面包店，路过的时候会发出让人忍不住停下来的香气，就算没有店面，就算只有一种面包，也可以很幸福的闻着。我想我大概只要靠闻这些味道就可以活下去了吧

忽然觉得现代人是如此语言苍白，情书已经彻底沦为上世纪的产物了,Mr Big也只能借作古百年的人写給别的女子的只言片语来代表新意，到了自己只剩下一句顶多被称颂为“朴实”的：I know I screwed it up，but I will love you forever.
渴望一个有情书的年代

拿破仑写给约瑟芬
Ihave your letter, my adorable love. It has filled my heart with joy...since I left you I have been sad all the time. My only happiness isnear you. I go over endlessly in my thought of your kisses, your tears,your delicious jealousy. The charm of my wonderful Josephine kindles aliving, blazing fire in-my heart and senses. When shall I be able topass every minute near you, with nothing to do but to love you andnothing to think of but the pleasure of telling you of it and givingyou proof of it? I loved you some time ago; since then I feel that Ilove you a thousand times better. Ever since I have known you I adoreyou more every day. That proves how wrong is that saying of La Bruyere"Love comes all of a sudden. " Ah, let me see some of your faults; beless beautiful, less graceful, less tender, less good. But never bejealous and never shed tears. Your tears send me out of my mind ...they set my very blood on fire. Believe me that it is utterlyimpossible for me to have a single thought that is not yours, a singlefancy that is not submissive to your will. Rest well. Restore yourhealth. Come back to me and then at any rate before we die we ought tobe able to say: "We were happy for so very many days!" Millions ofkisses even to your dog.


贝多芬的情书

My angel, my all, my very self ，

Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not tilltomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what auseless waste of time.
Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure exceptthrough sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another;can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not whollythine.
Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be.
Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to you with me.
But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if wewere wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I .
My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o'clockyesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route,but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not totravel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made methe more eager - and I was wrong.
The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road.
Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road.
Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eighthorses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as Ialways do when I successfully overcome difficulties.
Now a quick change to things internal from things external.
We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot sharewith you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching myown life.
If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these.
My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all.
Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours.
The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be.

拜伦致桂丽伯爵夫人

My dearest Caroline,

     If tears, which you saw & know I am not apt to shed,  if theagitation in which I parted from you, agitation which you must haveperceived through the whole of this most nervous nervous affair, didnot commence till the moment of leaving you approached, if all that Ihave said & done, & am still but too ready to say & do,have not sufficiently proved what my real feelings are & must beever towards you, my love, I have no other proof to offer.

     God knows I wish you happy, & when I quit you, or rather whenyou from a sense of duty to your husband & mother quit me, youshall acknowledge the truth of what I again promise & vow, that noother in word or deed shall ever hold the place in my affection whichis & shall be most sacred to you, till I am nothing.
     I never knew till that moment, the madness of -- my dearest &most beloved friend -- I cannot express myself -- this is no time forwords -- but I shall have a pride, a melancholy pleasure, in sufferingwhat you yourself can hardly conceive -- for you don not know me. -- Iam now about to go out with a heavy heart, because -- my appearing thisEvening will stop any absurd story which the events of today might giverise to -- do you think now that I am cold & stern, & artful --will even others think so, will your mother even -- that mother to whomwe must indeed sacrifice much, more much more on my part, than sheshall ever know or can imagine.
     "Promises not to love you" ah Caroline it is past promising -- butshall attribute all concessions to the proper motive -- & nevercease to feel all that you have already witnessed -- & more thancan ever be known but to my own heart -- perhaps to yours -- May Godprotect forgive & bless you -- ever & even more than ever.
yr. most attached

P.S. -- These taunts which have driven you to this -- my dearestCaroline -- were it not for your mother & the kindness of all yourconnections, is there anything on earth or heaven would have made me sohappy as to have made you mine long ago? & not less now than then,but more than ever at this time -- you know I would with pleasure giveup all here & all beyond the grave for you -- & in refrainingfrom this -- must my motives be misunderstood --? I care not who knowsthis -- what use is made of it -- it is you & to you only that theyowe yourself, I was and am yours, freely & most entirely, to obey,to honour, love --& fly with you when, where, & how youyourself might & may determine.

John Keats to Fanny Brawne

 Sweetest Fanny,

You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dearGirl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I haveknown you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies havebeen agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have diedfor you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? Youare always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the lastsmile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When youpass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admirationas if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a halfcomplaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else thento love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd withwings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turnyour thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much asubject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you didnot love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much moredeeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has beenthe most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a bodytoo small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything withcomplete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When youare in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you alwaysconcentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Love in yourlast note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffersuch speculations to molest you any more: not will I any more believeyou can have the least pique against me. Brown is gone out -- but hereis Mrs Wylie -- when she is gone I shall be awake for you. --Remembrances to your Mother.

Your affectionate, J. Keats